What a lovely day


Hampstead Heath is my girlfriend
We tend to rendezvous in the chasm between the essence of life and the worlds end
I go straight for her parliament hill as I know how to please
I'm the sun's spit roast that gets orgasmic in the breeze femininely
brushing
making the trees Boas of Eden 
Their leaves hum a virgin baritone beneath 
as our mothering star so shone
that the woes of stormy worlds were gone
if only for a little while
and eased each of us into a smile

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